After the funeral Nin was approached by a large hawk. “You may not remember me, but I remember you,” said the hawk. “It was long ago, on a distant tundra.”Continue reading
For a moment all the world was cast in shadow, but then the darkness passed.
Nin craned his neck, he could only just make out the silhouette of a winged figure circling far above him. It turned slowly beneath the sun; large, hideous wings cut the air. He squinted, and soon recognized its form to be that of a hawk. Nin could feel its eyes upon him.Continue reading